LightClan Rising

Chapter 5

Yes, it's me. Yewpelt. Again. And also, Nightbreeze, my former apprentice, is along for the ride. Honestly, LightClan is way better than my old life. Almost every night, I have nightmares of my life before LightClan. It's not bloody or scary or anything, but I wake up fearing that I might be back where Nightbreeze and I came from. You may be thinking, "Well, I guess that's why cats think she's so paranoid," but that's not why. If you really want to know, then I'll tell you. So where to start...

"Not the kits!" someone yowled. I looked around frantically, trying to figure out where it came from. Then I realized the yowl came from me.

I had terrible dream, the same as every night here in the den Sasha, Tigerclaw, Nightpaw, and I shared. In the dream, Tigerclaw was killing Sasha's kits. Sasha was my best friend, and Tigerclaw was her mate. They had kits together, but Tigerclaw killed them, and I knew it. I had seen the whole thing, except Tigerclaw didn't know. He had blamed the kits' violent deaths on a fox. The sad thing is, Sasha believed him. I couldn't convince her that Tigerclaw killed her poor kits. She refused to hear it.

Actually, not every kit died. One survived. Her name was Nightkit. I loved that kit so much, Sasha joked that maybe I was the mother. Sasha loved Nightkit too, but didn't pay as much attention to her as I did. I swore to StarClan that I would protect little Nightkit from Tigerclaw.

Of course, now that Nightpaw was about six moons old, Tigerclaw never showed any signs of hatred towards her. In fact, I could almost be convinced that he loved her, just by watching him. He doesn't show that he once tried to rip her apart.

Anyway, I looked around and saw Sasha padding towards me.

"Hello, Sasha," I mewed, ignoring the fact that she was glaring at me. "Did I wake you up?"

"Don't pretend, Yewpelt," Sasha said irritably. "You need to ignore that dream of yours. It is completely ridiculous. Imagine! Tigerclaw attacking his own kits, ha!" she scoffed. I dipped my head, not from respect or embarrassment, but to calm Nightpaw as she squirmed in her sleep. I licked her black forehead in affection. Sasha sighed.

"Yewpelt, I don't know what you had saw all those moons ago, but it wasn't Tigerclaw. Maybe some ugly fox, or maybe a rogue... Just go back to sleep, okay?"

"Okay," I meowed. I hope Sasha couldn't tell the frustration in my voice. She padded off to curl up beside Tigerclaw.

I wanted to protect Sasha from Tigerclaw, even though I wasn't able to protect the other kits. Nightpaw was nothing short of a miracle from StarClan. I gazed down at the thin ball of black fluff. She rustled in her sleep, then opened her jaws and yawned. Her round yellow eyes gazed up at me sleepily.

Nightpaw stretched and stood up. "Morning, Yewpelt," she mewed happily.

"Good morning, Nightpaw. Its early dawn, so it should be light enough outside for hunting. Wanna come?" I asked.